Jack Maggs by Peter Carey
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Peter Carey became one of my favourite authors from my HSC study of Oscar and Lucinda. I suspect the reason behind this was that that work was set in the same period as some of the other (to my younger self) fusty works but brimmed with self-confidence and interest.
I’ve managed to reread it on an almost yearly basis since I first devoured it (the night before a reading diary was due – one I’d supposedly been writing all holidays) though in the years since I’ve discovered that this compulsive consumption is common where Carey’s involved: something certainly true of Jack Maggs.
The book is another interpretation of an existing work. As Oscar and Lucinda is to Patrick White’s Voss, so is Jack Maggs to Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations. (more…)
Sydney’s holding a St Patrick’s Day parade today so it’s fitting that I finished my playthrough of The Saboteur today. Or, as I like to think of it, Paddy O’Guinness Kills Nazis, Sees Boobs.
Heard of it? I didn’t think so. It was pretty quickly forgotten, even by the standards of derivative sandbox shooters. But there was a reasonable mix of (more…)
It’s been a bit quiet around here. I’m indeed writing posts – I have several in unfinished states – but they’ve just not come together yet.
But I did build a computer. See?
I’ve only been putting it off for a decade or so now. If you’d like to know more about it, I’ve written a build review at Partpicker. Scintillating stuff, I’m sure, but what they say is true: if I can build a functional PC, then so can you.